Warhammer: In the Name of Nirvana

"Are they coming?"

"not yet."

"But we have been waiting here for at least half an hour. The stagnation with the goal is so heartbreaking that my soul never rests for a moment."

"The Emperor's order has just been issued, and if you want to pass the security check on the [Emperor's Dream], it will take at least fifteen minutes, so there is no need for you to be in such a hurry."

"Those Imperial Guards are always like this - I mean, we are our father's children, why do we have to abide by such complicated regulations and rules? It's such a waste of time."

"I thought you would like these things. After all, in a sense, this kind of product that is accumulated with countless factors and cognitions and purely pursues complexity seems to be infinitely close to the [art] you call it, and you How much I love your art."

"...I know you have always misunderstood my artistic pursuits, Ferus."

"It's not that there's any misunderstanding, I just can't see what their purpose is."

"Do you want to ignore the gifts I gave you? Those paintings, those sculptures, those moving poems, you have hung them all over your room, just like a dragon decorating his lair with gold coins, all of them I saw it with my own eyes, my Gorgon, don’t try to fool me on this matter.”

"I won't lie to you. That's a pointless act, Phoenix."

The ugly Gorgon stood up, approached the Phoenician's ear, and quietly completed the second half of the sentence.

"After all, you and I both know."

"You know me so well. You can always see the best part of me and feel the truest part of me. That's why I love having you by my side, brother."

The phoenix of Chemos laughed, and his perfect smile was breathtaking. The Primarch of the Third Legion bent his own fingers and lightly tapped the black iron of Ferus with his white knuckles. The forged armor is lined with hard rivets.

"You're right, Gorgon."

"I know you so well. You are like a mirror that belongs to me. When I look at you, I feel like I am looking at myself. I believe that your pupils are my pupils. And your heart is my heart, because both of our hearts are destined to be filled with each other.”

"The beautiful Phoenix Heart and the ugly Gorgon Organs don't sound like a good match."

The Primarch of the Iron Hands Legion showed a rare indifferent smile. He seemed to have already accepted this somewhat inappropriate title: because it would make the Phoenicians happy.

"certainly."

Faced with this answer, Fulgrim raised his chin slightly, revealing the snow-white neck under the gorgeous high collar, and the little pride that came from Chemos.

"So I think, no matter which heart it is in, no matter which pair of pupils it is in, the more part belongs to me as a matter of course, doesn't it?"

The steel giant laughed.

"Can even a phoenix be so greedy?"

This question made Fulgrim lick the corners of his mouth gently, and he slightly narrowed his passionate eyes to make his words sound more credible.

"If it were you, Ferus, then I would be willing to never be satisfied."

Hearing this, Ferus' iron stone face, which was not known for his beauty but exuded a unique charm like a bone-cutting saber, couldn't help but reveal a more sincere smile, which ended at the edge of his silver-coin-like pupils. , an almost infinite identification with the Phoenicians.

"The same is true for me, my brother. When I look at you, I will find the things that make me dissatisfied with myself, and I will know the direction of my future efforts, because only in this way can I Following in your footsteps, trying to make myself the best that I can be.”

"You look very good to me just the way you are, Gorgon."

"It will be better in the future."

"..."

Ferus' words made the Phoenician Phoenix snort. He shuffled his steps, like a slightly annoyed breeze, avoiding the hard shale and walking to the luxurious Next to the table, he leaned on it and picked up the ivory goblet he brought himself.

He glanced at Ferus again, and then left angrily from the other person's unaware smiling face. His eyes wandered around the room casually and deliberately, and he quickly found his temporary target.

"You seem to be extraordinarily quiet, Luo Jia."

"Let's talk about something. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

As he spoke, Fulgrim raised his ivory goblet engraved with strange secret talismans and sipped the wine in the glass gracefully. This made his already graceful face glow at this moment. .

After doing all this, he passed his fingers around the goblet engraved with the Gorgon logo, randomly selected one, filled it with the fine wine brought from the [Emperor's Pride], and pushed it to the room. in front of the third person.

"Thanks, brother."

The giant with a gentle expression and his skin covered with countless golden symbols seemed to have never stepped out of the ancient fragrant book in front of him until this moment. He put down his quill and took the book from Fulgrim's Brew raised his head and joined the conversation for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Fulgrim, I have just been overly immersed in the enlightenment brought to me by Father God: What happened? There were differences in the conversation between you and Ferrus? Is there anything I can do to help? ?”

"Differences... don't really count."

The Phoenician Phoenix raised his beautiful eyebrows, glanced at Ferus from the edge of his pupils, exhaled a gentle breath like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird from his nose, and took the first sip of wine at Luojia. After that, Fulgrim spoke slowly.

"I just want to care about you, my brother Luo Jia. We haven't seen each other for too long. Maybe twenty years? You and your legion have been fighting in the west of the galaxy. I can't even inquire about you." The news, the only rumors are worrying.”

"During this period, I did neglect communication with my brothers. This is my problem."

The Primarch of the Word Bearers Legion laughed. He politely tasted the fine wine from Chemos, carefully caressed the book under the wine glass, and closed it lightly. Phoenix's eyebrows jumped at this scene. .

"Okay, Luo Jia, actually I can understand you. I know you have been busy with this book and other things during this time: after all, just a few months ago, you sent someone to borrow my book. There are thousands of the best artists and architects in the legion to build that...city of monarchs you are talking about?"

"It can also be called the perfect city."

Having said this, the purple pupils of the Lord of Colchis shone with a brilliant golden light that was not inferior to those mysterious runes.

"For construction, you can find Dorn or Perturabo. They each have their own strengths, but they are both very good architects. This is my father's only expectation for them."

Ferus slowly interjected. He also sat on a chair nearby, resting his face on his arms in boredom. He skillfully took his own one from a goblet, and then raised it to Fu Geli. In front of Mu.

Phoenix glanced at his friend and groaned reluctantly, but still poured a full glass for Gorgon, and at the same time loudly picked out the loopholes in Ferus' words.

"The Emperor's Children are also masters of the art of architecture. Gorgon, don't tell me that you haven't seen the grand scenes of the Victory Road, the Phoenix Theater and the Great Council Chamber of Heliopolis on the Emperor's Pride before. Who can surpass them but the ships of the Emperor himself?"

"I have no problem with that."

Ferus spread his hands, not paying too much attention to the slight dissatisfaction in Phoenix's mouth.

"And I think Lorgar has the same idea as me: so he found you, not Dorne and Perturabo. After all, everyone knows that they will create the bones of the building, but only you can summon them. The soul of architecture.”

"It's just the result of hard work."

The corners of Phoenix's mouth raised, and his slight dissatisfaction dissipated in front of this simplest compliment from Ferus. The Phoenician lowered his eyebrows and picked up the hair that was messy to his shoulders and tucked it away from his ears. Only then did he turn his attention to the other brother again.

"If there is anything else you need my help with, Lorgar, just ask. You are my brother and I will help you. You can always trust the Emperor's Children."

"For the time being, I've received enough help and kindness from you, and I haven't even had a chance to express my formal thanks."

The Primarch of the Word Bearers clinked glasses with his brother. His voice was so sincere and sincere that Fulgrim was even proud of it. In this pride, his eyes moved towards that on the cover of this book, and saw a name that didn't surprise him.

""Emperor's True Words", are you still compiling this book, Luo Jia?"

Hearing the name of the book, the light radiated from Luo Jia's pupils was strong enough to make Ferus look at him side by side and sigh with emotion at the strange persistence of his blood brother.

"The first draft has been completed. Although it is far from the final product, the general skeleton has been laid out and most of the content has been perfected. All the arguments, arguments and arguments have been checked repeatedly by me. This is enough to make any hypocrite speechless and throw in the towel."

Luojia's words were passionate, and a glistening drop of sweat shone on Fulgrim's forehead. He reluctantly listened to the story of his blood brother, and continued to maintain his decent smile.

"Incredible, Luo Jia, you must have sacrificed a lot during this period."

"No, brother, how can it be hard for me to walk in the world created by God the Father?"

The golden runes on the Primarch's face shone with his words, exuding an unbearable light that made Luo Jia's every word seem to be floating in the clouds.

"I walked in this endless galaxy that was still ignorant, but I knew that this was the territory created by our Father God. I witnessed countless blasphemy and heresy, and saw the old words and icons distorting the true nature. faith, I sent my armies, and I burned them to death, bringing true divinity and justice among the Emperor's people. Wherever my legions passed, nothing was left. No more crude kneelings and false prayers, but new monuments and cathedrals, marking the eternal light of the God-Emperor on yet another world."

"In this way, I walked on the dry land, walked on the gray sky, walked on the Milky Way that was no different from my hometown Colchis, and fought unremittingly against countless difficulties, ignorance, false belief and stupidity. I have fought until I was scarred, and I have been so confused that I am at a loss. But it is precisely because of this painful experience that I have realized where my mission lies. I will light the fire of faith and let it shine every day. A world burning."

"This is not easy, because although some worlds are obedient to the rule of the empire, they stubbornly refuse the true fire of faith, and I cannot ignore this situation. In the most difficult sermon, I was in a world that surrendered overnight. It stayed on for four full months, allowing tens of billions of people in this world to finally abandon their original atheism and become believers in the Emperor."

"...That's it, my brother."

Fulgrim listened with a smile, although he could clearly recognize the rather disdainful snort of Ferus on his side, but he did not imitate this behavior, and he was not willing to do anything about himself. It's so hurtful when a brother shows spite so easily.

But seeing that Luo Jia's words didn't seem to stop, Phoenician Phoenix could only reach out his hand, seemingly caressing the cover of the book unintentionally, and inserted Luo Jia's topic in as polite a tone as possible. middle.

"So, is this book the result of your efforts?"

Luo Jia stopped talking and nodded happily.

"Yes, this book was written by me personally. It explains in detail everything about the faith of God the Father, as well as my understanding and understanding of this faith."

"So, let me think about it, Luojia, do you want to give it as a gift to one of our brothers? Morgan? Or a blood relative of Nostramo?"

"Anyone can if they're interested."

Luo Jia picked up the book, held it in his arms, closed his eyes, as if caressing his own heir.

"Its function is to let more people know the fire of faith, and this is my only desire."

"Okay, a gift."

Phoenix smiled. From beginning to end, he never really mentioned the specific topic about the Emperor's faith, because he clearly remembered that the Lord of Mankind did not like this topic and prohibited the Primarchs from discussing it in detail.

But even so, Fulgrim still tolerated the little quirks of his blood relatives from the bottom of his heart. After all, other than this, Luo Jia was a pretty good brother, and few people really hated him.

"Very well, Luo Jia has prepared a heartfelt gift. This seems to be a small wake-up call for us, both for you and me."

Holding the goblet, Fulgrim turned around and looked at his Gorgon, while Luojia, who had just been talking at length, looked back and forth between the two of them, then became quiet again, indulging in himself. among the books.

"What about you, Gorgon? A gift I think you won't forget."

"I made a long whip for her, because through collecting various rumors about her, I think she is more likely to like this kind of weapon: a soft whip made of ceramite, alloy and Medusa iron. She can do anything based on her will."

"A weapon?"

"Its material is enough to cause effective damage to a small Titan or Knight mecha. If you think it is a weapon, then it is a weapon."

"It sounds very good, but it's a bit confusing."

"Then what have you prepared?"

Fulgrim raised the corners of his lips.

"It's a secret."

"Hey, Phoenix, you obviously know my preparations, isn't this..."

The white fingertips touched the chest of Ferus' black armor, and also resisted Gorgon's unserious complaints. Chemos walked back to his brother unhurriedly, Returning to the position he just left: This scene made Luo Jia's eyelids jump and he lowered his head without saying a word.

"Look what you said, Gorgon, have you forgotten our previous topic? You know me so well, just like I know you so well, I even guessed that you would build it in the blacksmith shop. A weapon, not a piece of armor, is your gift."

"I'm not good at forging armor."

"I am sure of this, because you have never given me armor, just like you have never given me a whip, although I am indeed not used to using that kind of weapon."

"You'll have one soon if you want one."

"That's not the point."

Fulgrim picked up his goblet again, touched Ferus' indestructible armor with it, and smiled at the crisp sound.

"Look, just like I know you, Gorgon, I think you can completely guess the gift I prepared. After all, you witnessed with your own eyes how I collected information about Morgan and then deduced her preferences and habits. .”

"Guess what I prepared?"

The Phoenician blinked his eyes expectantly, and in his burning gaze, the Primarch of the Iron Hands thought for a moment before confirming an answer.

"Mirror?"

"That's right."

Phoenix chuckled. He opened his palm and printed five fingerprints clearly on the dark armor as a reward for his friend.

"Sooner than I thought, man."

"After all you are the Phoenician Phoenix and you are always associated with art."

"You still hate art?"

"It's not that I hate them, I just don't understand their point."

"Okay, then we can choose to avoid this topic, just like I will avoid the art in your eyes in future gifts, and choose some styles that are more suitable for Gorgon."

Ferus laughed, and he heard the subtext coming from Phoenix.

"Let me see... wild?"

The Phoenician's beautiful eyes narrowed into a pair of happy crescents.

"If you still know me so well, Gorgon."

"it's necessary."

Ferus spread his palms and leaned close to Fulgrim's ear, his hot breath making the Phoenix's silver hair wet.

"Otherwise, how can I deal with Phoenix's greed?"

——————

When the Lord of the Second Legion, accompanied by the Imperial Guards, finally boarded the [Emperor's Dream] for the first time, she saw a few strands of cheerful silver hair coming towards her at the first sight.

"Morgan, my sister!"

"Welcome."

Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Emperor's Children Legion, his enthusiasm and sincerity could be clearly felt from half a corridor away. The Phoenician took the lead and walked to Morgan's side for the first time. In front of him, he embraced her, full of kindness that was intimate but not offensive.

In these few seconds, Fulgrim had already looked at his blood relatives up and down: Morgan was wearing an extremely elegant slim-fitting long dress. The main color was pure black, with milky white patterns. Interlaced like crescent moons, she wore a red woolen coat that was almost like a cape. Her silver hair was coiled up and cleverly occupied the towering collar behind her neck. Fulgrim especially appreciated this.

Of course, none of this is the most important thing: when Fulgrim saw Morgan for the first time, the Phoenicians were quite pleased to find that their blood relative was somewhat similar to him. Especially the pupils dotted under the silver hair, as well as the corners of the lips gently outlined when smiling, are exactly the same as Fulgrim in the mirror image.

The joy of Phoenix's birth lasted for a while, and during this period, Luojia and Ferus also came to Morgan one after another. The Lord of Colchis shook hands with the two blood relatives with the same enthusiasm. , no one can question the sincerity of his heart, and although the Primarch of the Iron Hands also met Morgan with a smile on his face, when his eyes turned to Dorne behind Morgan, his face could not help but change. Get serious.

The relationship between Ferrus and Dorn is not very good: not hatred, just some tension and indignation. Just like Dorn and most of his brothers who are not calm enough, they once had a quarrel, and the reason for the quarrel was natural. It was the Primarch of the Imperial Fists who rebuked Ferrus for his tactics in the presence of his brothers and scions.

From then on, the two of them would keep as much distance as possible: as now, Ferrus was the first Primarch to turn away, Fulgrim chatting with Morgan, followed by Lorgar with a gentle Saying hello to Dorne with a smile became an unknown footnote, and the genetic principle of the Imperial Fists only became the rearguard of the team as always under the indifferent gaze of the Imperial Guard beside him after all his blood relatives had walked away. That one.

The distance between the tarmac and the conference room was only fleeting, and the many wonders standing on the [Emperor Dream] did not leave a deeper impression on Morgan. They quickly arrived at the special room, Surrounded by a table and seven chairs.

"The first seat is reserved for father, and the seat next to father is reserved for Nostramo's brother. You know, he can be regarded as the second protagonist in the next few days."

Fulgrim pulled out the second chair next to the Emperor for Morgan. With a slight protest from the Lord of the Second Legion and the acquiescence of the other Primarchs, he kindly pressed her down on it and then sat down. Diagonally opposite her.

The ivory goblet was distributed in front of each primarch. It was already filled with fine wine poured by Fulgrim himself. He raised his own cup high and was satisfied after receiving three responses from everyone present. The ground spoke.

"My blood relatives, my father's call has brought us together here, but we may have to wait for him for a while, which gives us time to talk freely: five brothers, it has been a long time since we had such a large-scale gathering, I remember The last time was..."

There was a slight hesitation in Fulgrim's words, but in the next second, Dorn enthusiastically ended his hesitation.

"We all remember what really happened last time. Do you want to break your promise, brother?"

"Oh, of course not. We all swore an oath in front of the emperor. I remember that even though it was an oath expressed in a holographic projection far away from the stars and the world, I will never break it."

The Phoenician responded to Dorn with his own smile. He sipped the fine wine and was satisfied to see that all the brothers were concentrating on this rare family gathering and began to think about the next topic.

Then, Fulgrim seemed to remember something. He raised the goblet and showed a smile to Morgan.

"Oh, I think I forgot something."

"Before everything begins, Morgan, my dear blood relative, please allow me to express my respect and congratulations to you. Your actions in the Far Eastern Frontier are extremely successful. Even the residents of the Empire in the Hazy Star Territory have heard about it. , you proved the power of yourself and the legion in the shortest possible time."

"Well done, congratulations."

Morgan blinked. She sensed Fulgrim's mentality in an instant. It was indeed a kind of sincere kindness, and it was more fervent. It seemed that in her, the original gene of the Emperor's Children had been found. A few strands can evoke the resonance of past memories.

So, she smiled, raised her glass, and accepted the kindness from Fulgrim amidst the crisp sound of the collision: Unknowingly, Morgan had become accustomed to seeing those positive emotions in her brother, and she There is even a trace of doubt. Which one has the majority in the original body, characters like Perturabo or characters like Guilliman?

But soon, the Lord of the Second Legion realized: the rich biological diversity contained in her blood brothers does not seem to be enough to be summarized in just two categories. If the fifteen existing Primarchs are carefully analyzed, Distinguishing, you can probably distinguish at least fifty kinds of personalities.

Morgan smiled slightly because of the result of her speculation. In this inexplicable joy, she accepted the greetings and congratulations from Luojia: The soul of the Lord of Colchis is also friendly, but permeating the air. There was an almost filthy fragrance smell, which was something Morgan had never encountered before.

At this time, Fulgrim and Lorgar had started chatting happily, while Ferrus and Dorn were entrenched in their respective seats, maintaining rock-like postures. The former would occasionally respond to Fulgrim's words. words, the latter is happy with a stable silence.

"Do you know Nostramo, my blood relative? After all, you are considered half of the lord here. The human empire needs to rely on your command to develop its territory in the Far East."

Once again, Fulgrim raised the topic to Morgan, and the Lord of the Second Legion frowned and thought for a while before giving a response.

[My fleet has never gone deep into the Nostramo sector. Even Avalon is a bit far away from there. However, according to the intelligence I have collected, Nostramo is almost the limit of the expansion of the empire. , the light of the star torch dissipated there, and beyond were the deadly ghoul stars. It was a barren land that required gathering several legions to enter safely. 】

Fulgrim shook his head, and his noble brows dropped a few rays of sympathy for his blood brothers.

"Well, I think I can already guess the circumstances in which our blood relatives will grow up: I have visited the edge of the galaxy and witnessed with my own eyes the suffering, sorrow and depravity beyond the Star Torch, and our Brothers you have never met may grow up among them.”

"I just hope we don't arrive too late. Maybe we can rescue him before he is swallowed up by that very possible hell."

"None of the Primarchs need rescue, Fulgrim."

This answer - without a doubt, came from Dorne. His almost eternal coldness was slightly loosened by Fulgrim's emotion, and he quickly spit out a natural testimony.

"Don't speak so harshly, my brother."

"That's just the truth."

"If one of our brothers has fallen to the point where he needs help from the outside to get over the difficulties, it means that there is an invincible obstacle in his will, and when he faces this obstacle again, he will It will still fail.”

"Do we need special forces to help him every time he encounters the same difficulties? No one can rely on the strength of others at any time, and no one has the right to rely on the strength of others. In the most difficult moments, only oneself can Be able to help yourself.”

"Is it true that between you and me, and among most brothers outside, a comprehensive home star is a must? If a primarch cannot even overcome the obstacles on the home star, then how can he do it? The emperor goes to recover the thousands of stars in the world?"

Dorn's words were stuck in everyone's chests like cracked rocks. Under Morgan's quiet observation, Fulgrim looked at Luojia helplessly, then played with the goblet in his hand, and answered lightly. With Donne's words.

"The differences between us cannot be resolved in one or two sentences... But there is one thing I do agree with. A good home star is indeed not a necessity for the original body. Our brothers just encountered worse situations. Of course, Our experience is not simple either.”

"Chemos, the desolate wasteland; Medusa, the conflicting Iron Kingdom; Colchis, the remote desert; Invite, the cold hell, and Avalon, Avalon..."

Avalon…

Feeling the gazes from several brothers, Morgan blinked innocently, but her brain began to work at a rapid speed: Compared with her other blood relatives, her nominal hometown of Avalon really has nothing to belittle. : But she doesn't want to be an extra person in this topic.

Think about it, Morgan, think about it...

Think better than Avalon...

Wait, there it is.

The Lord of the Second Legion tightened the end of Fulgrim's hesitant tone, and connected with his brother's words in the most natural manner and the most bitter tone.

[Avalon, the stagnant cage. 】

"Stagnation? Cage?"

As expected, Fulgrim raised his eyebrows, giving Morgan the opportunity to continue his words.

[Yes, the cage of stagnation: no possibility of progress, no direction for the future, only sad odes to the past, all etiquette and thinking are just poor imitations of countless generations of predecessors, tradition and patriarchal tradition are held high The banner controls everyone to perform the same drama generation after generation. 】

[Every epoch passes, a little bit of wisdom is lost, a little bit of courage is lost. Even the most noble people only dare to recite the golden words in the history books, instead of having even a shred of fantasy, just proposing an innovative idea. Thoughts and thoughts, the head will be chopped off, the neck will be strangled, the life will be burned, and it will become a heretic that will never be recovered. 】

[In the end, no one even dared to look up at the starry sky, because they stubbornly believed that it was the residence of the gods and could not be touched by their humbleness. 】

Morgan recited her currently compiled lines with great emotion, reciting an isolated island that had been stagnant for thousands of years. She was satisfied to see her blood relatives' eyes flashing with disgust for such a world, and the subsequent Here are my thoughts on Morgan.

"I remember that you quietly left home through the empire's fleet."

[I spent five years there, five years of suffocation. Any ideas and measures would be rejected. All I had to do was become an empty-handed vase and listen to all their requests and suggestions. 】

"I can't stand this kind of day for even five days. It's really hard on you."

Fulgrim smiled kindly, but Morgan felt that this was not enough. She was not sure about the reliability of a stagnant nation in this topic.

[Actually, at the beginning, even when I returned to Avalon, I didn’t find this world that difficult to accept, but one thing changed me. 】

"Appreciate further details?"

Morgan's eyebrows drooped, but anyone could see the flash of loneliness.

[It's very simple. As you know, just some time ago, I went to the Five Hundred Worlds for a visit. Guilliman took me to visit his Ultramar. It was not until that time that I knew for the first time that even if Isolated in the storms of the Age of Strife, not all nobles and worlds fell into hopeless stasis: our brother of Ultramar proudly showed me the development of Macragge that preceded him, visible to the naked eye. of prosperity. 】

The air stood still for a moment.

Then, a soft hum from Luo Jia pierced the air.

"After all, that's Guilliman's home world, and he always has the best."

"Yes, everything we have achieved through hard work and struggle, Guilliman took it for granted the moment he landed. He is so lucky, isn't he?"

"Who wouldn't want to own five hundred worlds? In other words, who wouldn't be so successful if they had Macragge's childhood and five hundred worlds?"

There was a hint of sourness called jealousy in the words from Chemos Phoenix, and this sourness was quickly recognized by Luojia, Ferus's nod, and Dorn's slight recognition in silence.

Morgan also narrowed her eyes and whispered in response to Fulgrim's words. She slowly sipped the wine and couldn't help but whisper something she had never said to the Lord of Ultramar.

…

Thank you, Guilliman.